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The first wedding anniversary. Joy or disaster? The joy of realizing two people have lived an entire year together, sharing, loving, helping one another. Or the other side of the coin, the added-up balance of a year’s growing frustrations.
In the story you are about to read, a young married couple is about to celebrate their first wedding anniversary. They both look forward to it, but all is not well. They love one another, but under the surface of apparent married bliss lurks a familiar demon-sexual tension.
After a year of being together, nights as well as days, our hero and heroine are discovering an unfortunate lack of compatibility in bed. Not in the frequency with which each likes to make love. There is a great divergence in their attitudes toward sex. The husband is aggressive, a little rough, demanding. The wife, more shy, a little timid, but at the very bottom, eager to learn.
Enter the saviors, a loud, hearty Rabelaisian man, our hero’s boss, and his beautiful, seductive wife. Together, the two couples cook up a brew of sexual delights the reader will long remember.
Frigid. Was she really? Sue Benton examined herself critically in the mirror, as if the answer to that difficult question lay in the shape of her body.
Her body certainly was shaped well enough. Sue could admit it to herself without excess pride. All her life, ever since she’d started growing tits, she’d been told she had a nice body. Even a terrific body. A beautiful face, too. Which was undoubtedly why she’d been chosen homecoming queen her senior year in high school.
“You’ve sure got big tits, Benton,” she giggled, cupping her hands under the full, outward-swelling mounds. She was naked, just having finished her bath. Her skin glowed pink and clean. Some of the long blonde hair trailing down over her bare shoulders was wet, clinging to her skin. Her matching pussy hair curled in damp splendor where her thighs met her lower belly, a perfect, golden triangle.
Sue knew she was what some men called “lush”. She hoped she could keep it under control as she got older. Now, at twenty-one, keeping in shape was no problem. Ted said all she’d have to do for the next several years was fuck all night and half the day. Plenty of exercise.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number DN-256 in the original publications (a duplicate).